Fifty Miles Out of Buttonwillow

Fifty Miles Out of Buttonwillow

Oil light on since we left L.A.

Engine seized up fifty miles out of Buttonwillow.

Pistons fused with cylinders.

Air conditioning was broken long before.

Ten miles back, you had pulled over,

pulled off your panties-

just skin and skirt on the leather seat.

Your bra-less, white tank

stuck to your breasts.

Burning up in the back seat,

I wanted so bad to have you right there-

in the seized-up Saab on the

shoulder of Northbound Interstate 5,

Fifty miles out of Buttonwillow.

- May 2007